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[once-was-muses]

"After my own heart, eh?" Kneeling down to his pack, he adds, "not that it's on the menu, of course." Though it's phrased as a joke, he's entirely serious. Never know what to expect with goblins and faefolk.

Undoing the main zipper on his bag, he begins rifling through it, answering, "'bout everythin' I offered. Be pointless t'offer sumthin' I don't have."

Proving his point, one by one, he removes a couple packs of slightly smushed snack cakes, two water bottles, a miraculously fairly undamaged apple, a candle lighter, a small flask of whiskey, a pack of cigarettes, and a half empty bottle of red- you'd be surprised just how many demons are stupid enough to drink communion wine without realizing until it's too late, and it's not the worst tasting shit. He grimaces upon finding the cigs are drenched from the rain, but with a flick of his wrist, the water quite literally disappears.

Flipping open the pack and pulling a cigarette out with his lips, Antonio gently tosses it back towards the pile, retrieving a small zippo from his pocket and mumbling, "take yer pick, I guess."

who-is-muses​  :  /  /  ?   ?  ?

Typically, when Antonio is out on a mission, an unexpected guest in his temporary lodgings is bad news. While he’s not about to disqualify this surprise from that category, he’s not as distressed as he could be- not because of the size of the little creature, well aware that has no correlation to his shit starting potential, but rather because he recognizes him. Or, rather, what he is. As much as Antonio hates dealing with fae bullshit, Brownies are at least usually alright. Assuming the magician can keep his manners in check.

Setting his daypack down on the floor next to him, folding his soot covered arms together, Antonio leans against the wall and says, “alright. You an eater, drinker, smoker-?”

Edward slapped his tiny hands upon the counter’s surface, surprised to hear what the other had to offer. He then nodded his head, rather excitedly, actually. Then he looked to him, & said,

“ all of those things ! However, I could get food at home… ” a pause, “ though our desserts weren’t nearly as good as others make them… ” he muttered. “ But I do enjoy drinking, & I do enjoy smoking. What do you have ? ”